We set off, one gray Montpelier morning, to go to P*****ville for out annual honey purchase.
After getting our year’s honey, supply, we went through Maple Corner, home of a stone truck scuplture. Serendipity took us to the local postofficedeligrocerystoreliquorstorebarandperformancespace, where we bought some sandwiches. Vittles at hand, we headed north, up a little valley, enjoying the last splashes of leaf colors on a gray and drizzly day.
We were on the hunt. For a good place to stop to eat our sandwiches.
We found a place. A lake, with a State boat launching ramp, whose parking lot went right to the water’s edge.
We sat, ate, and enjoyed the grayday lake.
On which swam a loon.
I got out the camera, and photographed for a while.
There were lakeside cabins strung out along the shore.
Each cabin looked like it might have some stories to tell. The lake was wide, and far details were hard to pick out. I put the camera into telephoto range. I was taking samples — prospecting, with the intent to study the samples later. There were surely unseen items of interest — fossils, perhaps, or even a precious stone or two.
There were more stairs.
So many cabins.
So many stairs.
Some cabins are grand, multi-level.
More new shingles.
There is something very pleasing about this little cabin.
Some people like to stick out.
Some people like to blend in.
The loon came up for another breath, and another look around.
On the far shore was a bit of motion, chimney smoke, rising and drifting sideways in the damp air.
The sandwiches were gone. It was time for us to be gone, too.
So we went on, and it was a beautiful day of wandering.
Today was the day to “mine” the lakeside pictures.
I hope you enjoyed the finds.